It is finished - Nelize van Driel

a silent deep breath

gazing up at the sky

He now sees death

hammers fly up high

lay Him down on lacerated spine

little do they know, they mock the Divine

soon this sky will show darkness

prove He's King, none will deny

nails hit wood

through miracle hands

a violent wail is His reply

spit glides down His heavenly cheek

sour wine runs down burst lips

'forsaken I am' 'tis now His brood

in His side spears now pry

a single tear drop lands on His face

not from His eye

but from the Father's sky

IT IS FINISHED  He cried

a single rabbi brings sin to defeat

as death comes by

His absence will be fleet

for us: not yet goodbye